Unordered Tales

Roadtrip

He told me he was going on a trip up a steep mountain without guard rails.

An Interpretive Dance

Side-step, dear girl! Stroke the floor and sway. Swing yourself this way, sweet soldier to the ideal, and listen to my creaking hips as they croon about their shattered existence.  You can see this, can you not?

can you hear me?

We make illegal turns in bed covers saturated with citations to avoid ourselves as you slip in silently - slip into me oh so subtly in the dark. if...